15 Apr 2009, Posted by Cat in News, 35 Comments. Tagged health

ouch!

I’m one of those idiots who shies away from taking pain killers on account of that they’re harmful to my body (the idiot part being that I’ll quite happily quaff a whole bottle of wine, drag on a spliff or stick a line of blow up my nose at a party… not that I go to those sort of parties anymore, but I digress…) Anyway, so I’ve had a sore leg for a few weeks but I thought I’d ignore it & see if the pain would go away by itself. The flight to Perth and back was a little uncomfortable, then yesterday at work my boss had me pulling news clippings out of files all day, a task I unwisely decided to perform sitting on the couch rather than at my desk. Long (and very boring) story short… suddenly I’m all OUCH. I can barely move, everything hurts and the Illawarra Family Medical Centre says I can’t have a doctor’s appointment till 2.30pm the next day. But it’s OK – Rob manages to score me an appointment after work. I hobble in there and learn its nothing serious. Just common garden variety sciatic nerve inflammation. All I need is ibuprofin, a few exercises and no gym for a couple of days. But, you know, ‘sciatic’ is one of those old people words. As if it wasn’t bad enough that I spotted a few serious wrinkles on my own face while GJ was driving us to Swancon one morning (the lighting in my own bathroom is very dim — I still look 35 in there).

I get loads of exercise. I eat healthy food. I have wrangled my alcohol consumption down to the level recommended by the Alcohol and Other Drugs Council of Australia. I just say no to those sort of parties. But none of this is going to be enough, is it? I’m still gonna fall apart, piece by piece, bit by bit.

Where the fuck is that robot body I was promised in my youth?  Those enthusiastic science reporters and sci fi authors of decades past have a lot to answer for…